Best Two Out of Three

Part 12

Five weeks later... AEW Fight for the Fallen

Alex sat on the couch in FTR's locker room, her eyes glued to the monitor as Dax and Cash fought the Lucha Bros. It had been a hard-fought match, and it didn't help that the Butcher and the Blade had driven the Lucha Bros to the ring in Dax and Cash's stolen truck. Alex had half a mind to go try to steal it back; but Butcher was twice her size, so she thought better of it.

Suddenly, Dax pulled Fenix by his mask down into an inside cradle for the one-two-three. "Yes!" Alex proclaimed, happy that FTR had won. She started to leave to go meet them at Gorilla—but her attention was quickly drawn back to the screen. Cash and Dax had been jaw-jacking Butcher and Blade at ringside when the Young Bucks appeared and superkicked Butcher and Blade. Matt took the key to the truck, and he and Nick walked to the ring and returned it to Cash and Dax. It surprised Alex—the Bucks and FTR weren't exactly friends. But it was nothing compared to the surprise she felt when she saw Kenny walk to the ring carrying a cooler.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she watched Kenny offer Cash and Dax each a beer. Then he took one himself. What was he doing? He didn't drink. She saw him say, "Just this once" as Cash and Dax cracked theirs open. But none of them took a drink. Instead, FTR raised their beers and dumped them over Kenny's head.

"What. The. Fuck." Alex didn't wait to see what happened next. She jumped off the couch and burst out of the locker room, making a beeline for Gorilla. She paced back and forth, feeling herself growing angrier as she waited for Cash and Dax to come back through the curtain. Mercifully, it wasn't long.

"There's my girl!" Cash proclaimed when he saw Alex. He walked over and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her against him. "Hey, sweetheart," he said as he started to kiss her neck; but she pulled away.

"Are you serious?"

He froze. "What?"

Her eyebrows arched. "What? You just dumped beer on Kenny's head, that's what." She looked between him and Dax both. "Was that really necessary?"

"Oh, come on," Dax breathed. "It was just a rib."

She blinked. "A rib?"

"Yeah!" he proclaimed. "Kenny poured out the beer we offered him, so we poured out the beer he offered us... on him."

Alex's eyes bulged at his smirk. Was he being serious? "He was literally about to have a drink with you out there," she said as she motioned toward the ring. "You do realize that, right? Kenny doesn't drink."

Dax rolled his eyes. "You can take care of this," he said lowly to Cash. It angered Alex even more—but before she could lay into him, Cash stepped in between them.

"Alex, come on. Why are you so upset about this?"

She opened her mouth—but before she could answer, Kenny, Matt, and Nick came back through the curtain. For a brief second, Kenny's eyes met Alex's; but he turned and walked away, disappearing backstage without a word.

Matt cut Dax and Cash a look. "Real mature, guys."

"Oh, and you're welcome for the keys, by the way," Nick shot, and with that they followed after Kenny, leaving Alex alone with FTR once more.

Cash looked at her with remorseful eyes. "Sweetheart..." he started, but she cut him off.

"Don't," she said, and she turned and walked away, a million different emotions coursing through her.

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The door hit the wall with a loud bang as Kenny burst into the Elite's locker room, Matt and Nick at his heels. He kicked a chair, sending it skittering across the floor, and when he couldn't find anything else to hit, he pulled his beer-soaked shirt over his head and threw it hard against the wall. Matt and Nick looked on, unsure what to do or say. It would probably be best to just let him get it out of his system.